tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34078174132587336952024-03-19T00:25:40.462-07:00Lone Star ParsonGod, Guns, Church & Country Life in Texas & Anything Else I Care to Think of.LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.comBlogger5253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-33721992802795668002024-03-18T19:43:00.000-07:002024-03-18T19:43:36.600-07:00Maybe You Scorn My Suits<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPrMKBxoqpu7BxJlwVw_Mab6IZmPXzVItK0fPUQD6lZ_ORGs1YjZay8B2E8SVduJifpoDcW0t4vAPD0-2K327r2U4uMHL2pG9DSBYH86az3xxreRkL3QRePpowiHDbgn9N_aPCMYSEn0LRsaoMOOZL02MpnhJDIJaaMGpV1rSB7e4emdOnQEAY_TJixrG/s700/bill-anderson-700x700-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="565" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTPrMKBxoqpu7BxJlwVw_Mab6IZmPXzVItK0fPUQD6lZ_ORGs1YjZay8B2E8SVduJifpoDcW0t4vAPD0-2K327r2U4uMHL2pG9DSBYH86az3xxreRkL3QRePpowiHDbgn9N_aPCMYSEn0LRsaoMOOZL02MpnhJDIJaaMGpV1rSB7e4emdOnQEAY_TJixrG/w565-h565/bill-anderson-700x700-1.png" width="565" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ipTqP4FvT8I?si=Biakr2LngnU3_t_t" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Then again, maybe you don't.</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ipTqP4FvT8I?si=Biakr2LngnU3_t_t" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">All for the Cause,</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ipTqP4FvT8I?si=Biakr2LngnU3_t_t" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></a></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-19750980471272800952024-03-18T17:08:00.000-07:002024-03-18T17:16:56.926-07:00Question - Two or Three Button?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoyQc5MK6-7Cqiph1xSyotO2rSi1vtiRyhs0NWMYr88taSX-9_AWWrgKZrMl-4w6KXcw9MEsVBAUPBqu1lh0fnDtGq_1l2cqhSmf5UBOji38zNOxrMYmSbdGvPdx2gNpgUxMctwpQ8UCegLNDyw4NsgS5E6Y7Srf4BMXI_FYljCDTCfnem4WM0EMMaBtH/s500/dege.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoyQc5MK6-7Cqiph1xSyotO2rSi1vtiRyhs0NWMYr88taSX-9_AWWrgKZrMl-4w6KXcw9MEsVBAUPBqu1lh0fnDtGq_1l2cqhSmf5UBOji38zNOxrMYmSbdGvPdx2gNpgUxMctwpQ8UCegLNDyw4NsgS5E6Y7Srf4BMXI_FYljCDTCfnem4WM0EMMaBtH/w640-h640/dege.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">OK, it's Lent here in the North Central Texas Exclusion Zone and everywhere else, so we're jousting with Gospel imperatives. Viz. Should a suit be two button or 3 button? Dege & Skinner, notables of the Row, seem to opt for two button, see above.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nice, to put it mildly, no doubt about it, but perhaps three button gives that SuperTrad, strolling down St. James and Devil takes the hindmost look? I used to think so, back in the mists of time, but now? Maybe two button befits seniority. Whatever, here's cut-price Cordings by way of reference:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIoSMh6lXO9tVrhLcAPOJzs_Sb3niqfYsjPfwmyzQFzWH-8xmVpE3eECKDF2Wg3JctWW69BZptj7mI2Ye7PqAaVPFlOnoP-IyDS7AmHXKHMwQIJ_0BYE5l_pYqG9-1m6JPx3a_hrJ1Xm4teyS2SlhtoIX0A6d5TtbR88ZTk4x_5i7SabRcnHoxMrC4AOoa/s700/su444_nvyxx-a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIoSMh6lXO9tVrhLcAPOJzs_Sb3niqfYsjPfwmyzQFzWH-8xmVpE3eECKDF2Wg3JctWW69BZptj7mI2Ye7PqAaVPFlOnoP-IyDS7AmHXKHMwQIJ_0BYE5l_pYqG9-1m6JPx3a_hrJ1Xm4teyS2SlhtoIX0A6d5TtbR88ZTk4x_5i7SabRcnHoxMrC4AOoa/w640-h640/su444_nvyxx-a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As you can see, gentlemen and women, we're talking salvation issues here, but hey, it's Monday and the Compound's taking a "day-off." Quite unlike Satan. Soteriology aside, what's your take on suits, two or three button? And let's not forget DB.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qae25976UgA" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">I say all means all, but your call,</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">PS. Aide Memoire, Prince Philip favored TWO BUTTON. And long cut </span><a href="https://www.kenthaste.co.uk/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">KENT HASTE</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. So, there is that.</span></span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-71473907319207165032024-03-17T13:50:00.000-07:002024-03-17T13:53:14.811-07:00St. Patrick's Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="478" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VhBixaZyu9g" width="574" youtube-src-id="VhBixaZyu9g"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy St. Patrick's Day, you lot, and you'll note the Rainbow Uniparty which rules formerly Great Britain hasn't dared, yet, to disband the Brigade of Guards. But I won't bang on. Happy St. Patrick's Day. And if Kate's still alive, and all the world hopes she is, let's give her Canada. Like... yesterday.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">By the Left,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-61748179957865709232024-03-16T18:49:00.000-07:002024-03-16T18:49:00.385-07:00Juke Box Saturday<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgxoZvAN0ij34rp2y1adshUJ73xb0QeuuxNbF3XVULAdnzL3xSqYzDb4tfU66Sk6EdpebJ2TaVDI6sky82M2EvRenPnMV2wLOOfPtc842DUuRRi2jKAYrpRNwME9HWkJvBKK1I4YxtZlQd5lQTWJdHqLA83h2G5sLMGOvVsL_ShaKjBw9M2546_G1bNmQ/s500/artworks-1xnU2nyHouJc-0-t500x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgxoZvAN0ij34rp2y1adshUJ73xb0QeuuxNbF3XVULAdnzL3xSqYzDb4tfU66Sk6EdpebJ2TaVDI6sky82M2EvRenPnMV2wLOOfPtc842DUuRRi2jKAYrpRNwME9HWkJvBKK1I4YxtZlQd5lQTWJdHqLA83h2G5sLMGOvVsL_ShaKjBw9M2546_G1bNmQ/w640-h640/artworks-1xnU2nyHouJc-0-t500x500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Juke Box Saturday's back by popular demand and what a line up we've got. Pat kicks off with the awesome Band Maid, hard rockers outta Japan:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="459" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RCaeUkrItyY" width="552" youtube-src-id="RCaeUkrItyY"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Great result and Wild hits it outta the park with the Vapors, "Pat has me thinking I'm turning Japanese." Rock on:</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="488" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nGy9uomagO4" width="587" youtube-src-id="nGy9uomagO4"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What. A. Tune. And here's some superlative awesomeness via Jim. Check it out, Tiny Moore & Jimmy Gimble:</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="470" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BztzliSOivo" width="565" youtube-src-id="BztzliSOivo"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Man, that was good, Here's RHT's selection and it ain't shabby, a right toe-tapper:</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="497" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mHyspQViczA" width="598" youtube-src-id="mHyspQViczA"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And what about you, so-called LSP? Let's change it up with Lully, complete with trumpets. Keen-eyed viewers will note </span><a href="https://www.virtualmirage.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">LL at the top of the stairwell</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. Enjoy Lully:</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="497" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E-3OyEY71no" width="597" youtube-src-id="E-3OyEY71no"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keep 'em coming,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-57676414652345137662024-03-15T19:17:00.000-07:002024-03-15T19:17:06.457-07:00Yes We Do Requests<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAW2j0UJ5lIR6T3jZ7aZxlq3cpgOXE5_qWGKAsVvnYoJLfGaQo-z-uhLSsS2CX_w6AefaztywA6KbzeolYdtV8-vEVxL2C46tBItAZImIXG1Y8DJne0eUGwzQpjM0858UfY2eLtOasZkNu2rOtDqYKEFLrFS1Bx5DgyQWyXlxWgX4n4KLSmBz9ueupzdpw/s800/hawkwind-doremi-fasol-latido-10-cd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="800" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAW2j0UJ5lIR6T3jZ7aZxlq3cpgOXE5_qWGKAsVvnYoJLfGaQo-z-uhLSsS2CX_w6AefaztywA6KbzeolYdtV8-vEVxL2C46tBItAZImIXG1Y8DJne0eUGwzQpjM0858UfY2eLtOasZkNu2rOtDqYKEFLrFS1Bx5DgyQWyXlxWgX4n4KLSmBz9ueupzdpw/w640-h630/hawkwind-doremi-fasol-latido-10-cd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sure thing. Here at the Compound we're pretty much always ready to fire up the juke box and play requests. This one's from Wild, and what a one it is.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="482" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0bNj-AmoSZk" width="579" youtube-src-id="0bNj-AmoSZk"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good call. And Wild, I see your BST with BOC. Turn it up:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="476" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3BuBHYMWrN4" width="572" youtube-src-id="3BuBHYMWrN4"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh yes indeed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So don't be shy, send in your tunes,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP </span></div></div>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-12370873998496503452024-03-15T18:47:00.000-07:002024-03-15T19:22:55.236-07:00Boots On The Ground<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-CYV6UakjNB_6A54v4KLqnyDPcPgY0WvGsbSBiD0zuHJDQ38C9K5dwKcPyebWmlCLQUPaZ3gD9pCuwRFQfSQi3tMRxA0I7IQ-5vZI1INzZwNJ781OYxqzcwaXcyLfZtHY_ijYx3fXbAmwjQ5IGDRBBOuHoSrCFFpMG_Dyv1DdIvsUotD7ZNVqImSWHws/s4000/IMG20240315111853.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-CYV6UakjNB_6A54v4KLqnyDPcPgY0WvGsbSBiD0zuHJDQ38C9K5dwKcPyebWmlCLQUPaZ3gD9pCuwRFQfSQi3tMRxA0I7IQ-5vZI1INzZwNJ781OYxqzcwaXcyLfZtHY_ijYx3fXbAmwjQ5IGDRBBOuHoSrCFFpMG_Dyv1DdIvsUotD7ZNVqImSWHws/w640-h480/IMG20240315111853.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A rambunctious young soldier walked through the door, "Hi Dad, what's up?" I took a pause from selling AI inventory (What?? Yes, it's true) and said, "Here, look at this," and showed off the new CZ 20, "Let's go for a shoot." Smiles all 'round. But first things first, clean up those dusty old boots.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's right, a pair of </span><a href="https://www.ariat.com/HERITAGE_CREPE_M_FOO.html?dwvar_HERITAGE__CREPE__M__FOO_color=EARTH&dwvar_HERITAGE__CREPE__M__FOO_width=D_Medium" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Ariat Heritage</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> which have been all over the shop, from Africa to Canada and in between. Good boots, but here's the thing, if you don't look after 'em they fall apart, not unlike guns, when you think about it. So I gave the things a good going over with mink oil. This helps waterproof the leather and keeps it supple. It's not even hard to do, just put some mink oil magic on your mink oil brush and give the boots a sturdy scrub.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well done, boots ready to go, you're ready to go, pre-mission objective accomplished, but then disaster struck. That's right, the climate changed. It does that, you see, and it did it again today, with thunder starting to rumble like opening salvos in the battle of Kursk, followed by rain which spat against the wooden walls of this old house.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We watched the storm from the shelter of the front porch, "I guess we're not going shooting, eh?" No, we weren't, so we talked Army.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7QNG9nORL1j179N7z60tWf3ZPMHAR3FEGx-W62aEW_wtkbg5SZrJDRlUEpSGMGpNaTSuE2KV3pWuYzl6I8AAxiurzg8GJjlMNPlvfjwnBpC26hYT0PhNPkuI4cqHfzQD2S9-tM2QPh1Ds0EkR-DblLwYZV6gUfebZPisFOTBtVUhaqKYc0csf22fF8Gz8/s634/idiots.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="634" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7QNG9nORL1j179N7z60tWf3ZPMHAR3FEGx-W62aEW_wtkbg5SZrJDRlUEpSGMGpNaTSuE2KV3pWuYzl6I8AAxiurzg8GJjlMNPlvfjwnBpC26hYT0PhNPkuI4cqHfzQD2S9-tM2QPh1Ds0EkR-DblLwYZV6gUfebZPisFOTBtVUhaqKYc0csf22fF8Gz8/w640-h344/idiots.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, all the world knows that the US Army has a grievous recruitment problem, to the tune of a 40k+ shortfall. Not good, especially when our beloved rulers are baying for moar war. Solution? My eldest told me, "What they're doing is getting all these new E5s to become recruiters. Doesn't matter if they're unfit or whatever, make Sergeant and off you go. That's what I was told."</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Huh," I replied, staring out at a tumultuous Texan sky, "That's no good," and the kid agreed. "Did you know recruiters have the highest suicide level rate in the Army?" I didn't, and he continued, "But here's the thing, if I turn down Recruiter I can put in a Drill Packet."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Now that, old chap, makes a lot of sense in your case, you'd be good at it," and he would, his face fits. Not only that, it's a two year thing and he'd have time to finish off a degree and then move on to OCS. That's his plan, and it's a good plan. But back to the recruitment crisis.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyEqK0fu4T0ixAE0VqugoIG-W3XuGAkave48SB501BsgWxS4G5YJBGeC8sOtH0PZ688w_o4kI0vAqTLLCOvdkQpeHd6ganIgRMbPc1XDpFvqb9llbwuWfU8oqEU8Ab5wfUZSKC1nPD-rsozJhrIS9RHaNqldSFtAoxxULjsG3DrDy7kcURlYUN4-eV1AU/s1280/maxresdefault.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyEqK0fu4T0ixAE0VqugoIG-W3XuGAkave48SB501BsgWxS4G5YJBGeC8sOtH0PZ688w_o4kI0vAqTLLCOvdkQpeHd6ganIgRMbPc1XDpFvqb9llbwuWfU8oqEU8Ab5wfUZSKC1nPD-rsozJhrIS9RHaNqldSFtAoxxULjsG3DrDy7kcURlYUN4-eV1AU/w640-h360/maxresdefault.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">"You know, Dad, I was talking with our First Sergeant and he told me, 'How are we going to fix recruitment, by taking on a lot of recruiters or by paying our soldiers more than three bucks an hour?' Yeah, and I said hey, you're preaching to the converted."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like really. Maybe, just maybe, we'd get more recruits if we actually paid our soldiers more than junior burger flippers, to say nothing of all the risible rainbow garbage and the fact that patriots, young men and women who want to serve their country, aren't too keen on signing up to fight for the Demented Old Crook and associates. The very people who actively hate them and everything they stand for.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVE2gcQU5HlgrTTZv9afY31-X_UPZwET108nz_GdM6jsNJ48i21y5xfXop8gY6F1Q00BFOYtJ4rftKI0Qbq3vrsIjGe2MMYewbJQIX6ookz_R-1DWFrRx34TTeH-vcXKBT0ZqySyQGSW-T1h3ERLYh_rIgTCVU9Qc0rFR41SOgsRXa9u2T_vy_ykx-NwGg/s4000/IMG20240315112345.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVE2gcQU5HlgrTTZv9afY31-X_UPZwET108nz_GdM6jsNJ48i21y5xfXop8gY6F1Q00BFOYtJ4rftKI0Qbq3vrsIjGe2MMYewbJQIX6ookz_R-1DWFrRx34TTeH-vcXKBT0ZqySyQGSW-T1h3ERLYh_rIgTCVU9Qc0rFR41SOgsRXa9u2T_vy_ykx-NwGg/w480-h640/IMG20240315112345.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We talked about all this, there on the porch as the rain crashed down, and have rescheduled our shoot till after the boy gets back from a mission in California. I look forward to that. Semper.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your Old Friend,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-48178021772184568072024-03-15T09:47:00.000-07:002024-03-15T09:47:54.227-07:00Oh Canada<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidv3wAqBhxtNNz4zRsUy6nofCwgAS7xUDzU_Sjz3VNGJmFTe1uWIwjlHk4N-RvP0X01Ep9yPhmMKFuBV7K86m8xhUFf0_ZvHWt5Zj7vrJtfUkdMGz-lqE3qPLQLEr6EcAOXEa3Ruuz2NuOctWhh2TUDAIsdUQjJPpzWMBehdcxf3vb-bf3fOIhRKDvCXEx/s780/toronto-pride-parade-2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="780" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidv3wAqBhxtNNz4zRsUy6nofCwgAS7xUDzU_Sjz3VNGJmFTe1uWIwjlHk4N-RvP0X01Ep9yPhmMKFuBV7K86m8xhUFf0_ZvHWt5Zj7vrJtfUkdMGz-lqE3qPLQLEr6EcAOXEa3Ruuz2NuOctWhh2TUDAIsdUQjJPpzWMBehdcxf3vb-bf3fOIhRKDvCXEx/w640-h360/toronto-pride-parade-2015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't you even think about wrongthought much less dare to speak it in Canada. Because if you do you might end up in gaol, </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">for life</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">. </span><a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/political/oh-canada-parliament-moves-impose-potential-life-imprisonment-speech-crimes" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Via Zerohedge:</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We have previously discussed the unrelenting attacks by Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and his allies on free speech. There has been a steady criminalization of speech, including even jokes and religious speech, in Canada. Now, the Canadian parliament is moving toward a new change that would allow the imposition of life imprisonment on those who post views deemed supportive of genocide. With a growing movement calling Israel’s war in Gaza “genocide,” the potential scope of such a law is readily apparent. That appears to be its very draw for anti-free speech advocates in the country.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Online Harms Act, or Bill C-63 increases the potential penalties from five years to life imprisonment. It also increases the penalty for the willful promotion of hatred (a dangerously ill-defined crime) from two years to five years. The proposed changes constitute a doubling down on Canada’s commitment to reducing free speech for citizens despite criticism from many in the civil liberties community.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">There is also a chilling option for house arrest if a judge believes a defendant “will commit” an offense. In other words, if a judge thinks that a citizen will be undeterred and try to speak freely again.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Justice Minister Arif Virani employed the same hysteria to convince citizens to surrender their freedoms to the government. He expressed how terrified he was with the potential of free speech, stating that he is “terrified of the dangers that lurk on the internet for our children.”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is not likely to end there.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today the rationale is genocide. However, once the new penalties are in place, a host of other groups will demand similar treatment for those with opposing views on their own causes. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This law already increased the penalties for anything deemed hateful speech.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The law comes after Canada<a href="https://jonathanturley.org/2024/01/06/oh-canada-government-blocks-citizenship-due-to-russian-conviction-for-criticizing-the-ukrainian-war/" target="_blank"> blocked a Russian dissident</a> from becoming a citizen because of her violation of Russian anti-free speech laws.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In a telling act, the government said that the same conduct (i.e., free speech) could be a crime in Canada. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Indeed, it may now be punished even more harshly.</span></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have family over there, in Alberta, maybe they need to get out.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-75608663880869541762024-03-14T21:49:00.000-07:002024-03-14T21:49:16.819-07:00This And That<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkNN_IXnm3jLIPGLVMy3klcQ9EvtOFsBxBlnM4KiRSdNVfXvg9u2hVGt7AsqTrsyKCZQmCpP_BchowHat414NKqI3d4RnSddC-cRULoZ7dRuTx7Z6_3vdhaXcN32Ghzh9pPf-Pya67P2fdl1zA_Z6VTQ4x5qXWf0xmkwmh5WG2XOdrpr4XbpsY8EuOxxv/s1200/hill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkNN_IXnm3jLIPGLVMy3klcQ9EvtOFsBxBlnM4KiRSdNVfXvg9u2hVGt7AsqTrsyKCZQmCpP_BchowHat414NKqI3d4RnSddC-cRULoZ7dRuTx7Z6_3vdhaXcN32Ghzh9pPf-Pya67P2fdl1zA_Z6VTQ4x5qXWf0xmkwmh5WG2XOdrpr4XbpsY8EuOxxv/w640-h426/hill.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nasty, Isn't It</span></i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Look what happens. You take a few days off in the DFW Metrosprawl to take care of business and Haiti falls apart. I'll just leave this timeline out there, <a href="https://twitter.com/joma_gc/status/1767000478225715310" target="_blank">via Bad Hombre</a>:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Haiti is in the news, so here's a quick timeline of Haiti since 2009. Notice Hillary Clinton is featured prominently: </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- 2009: Secretary of State Clinton makes Haiti a top diplomatic priority. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Jan. 2010: A devastating earthquake that claims 220,000 lives decimates Haiti. The Clinton Foundation raises $30 million for Haiti relief that goes largely unaccounted for. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Nov 2010: Hillary Clinton endorses Michel Martelly, but he comes in third place and does NOT qualify for the runoff election scheduled for March 2011.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- January 2011: Hillary Clinton travels to Haiti, meets with President Preval, and threatens to cut off aid if Martelly is not on the ballot. Celestin is dropped from the ballot, and Martelly is placed on the ballot. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- March 2011: Martelly "wins" an election marred by voter fraud where 650,000 "ghost ballots" were counted, including many who died in the earthquake.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- 2011-2016: Martelly administration is plagued with corruption scandals mainly centered around accepting bribes in exchange for construction project deals that never materialized and working with criminal gangs to commit human rights violations.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- 2016: Martelly resigns and flees to Florida a week before his term is set to expire.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- June 2016: The results of a special election are annulled after an audit found extensive voter fraud. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- November 2016-2020: Jovenel Moise wins new elections. He begins enacting agrarian reforms, establishing free trade zones, fighting corruption, and arresting narcotics and human traffickers.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> - July 7th, 2021: 6 months after Joe Biden takes office, 28 foreign (mostly Colombian) mercenaries storm the presidential palace and assassinate President Moise. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- July 7th–21st, 2021: departing PM Claude Joseph takes over as president for 14 days, but stands down in favor of Ariel Henry, who was supported by the United States. Two days before his murder, Moise had chosen Henry to be Prime Minister.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- 2021: Gangs begin carving out the nation's capital, Port-au-Prince. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- February 2024: Claude Joseph and Moise's widow are indicted for plotting Moise's assassination. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- March 2024: Henry travels to Kenya to sign an agreement for 1,000 troops to help restore order in the Haitian capital but is unable to return home due to security concerns. Henry remains stranded in Puerto Rico as warring gangs wrestle for control of the government with human flesh-eating gang leader "Barbecue" poised to take over.</span></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">LSP </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-52184204213504613192024-03-13T18:26:00.000-07:002024-03-13T18:26:45.031-07:00It's All Go<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNvJutV1XxiPDMzQ9n4JL-kJztAbx3lydOqCmxkUdZ9CdJ1yBekRw32iWXSGlNOIzuN6UjB0AzD-jBz9zF4-Bd_s0OyE87Q-Ta6dKbAuXnYwb5LCz-xtiXuwIbqOdco_NmdQf1XBtal8VEAgZbdGxpCFNKcYOjl-dv7qvH0407HMIedlhLSYJAsPaQDKf/s4000/IMG20240311091354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNvJutV1XxiPDMzQ9n4JL-kJztAbx3lydOqCmxkUdZ9CdJ1yBekRw32iWXSGlNOIzuN6UjB0AzD-jBz9zF4-Bd_s0OyE87Q-Ta6dKbAuXnYwb5LCz-xtiXuwIbqOdco_NmdQf1XBtal8VEAgZbdGxpCFNKcYOjl-dv7qvH0407HMIedlhLSYJAsPaQDKf/w640-h480/IMG20240311091354.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span><div style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's all go here, I tell you. Monday meant a trip to the 'burbs to meet with </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZx_TokIHdI" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">lawyers</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> and it went pretty well, in an all day kind of way. Before that I stopped at a Starbucks by the highway for coffee. </span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN8d3rGcDy6ptkibRgaoUWLWJbeoWxoK2o6hJK03etT9EOnyPrjJMFSk-ucZ31IVus-q0zDvCMP8jk9Q6P488e7o0FzXzjobidpLsN36ACNXtpGFuelb84cLoNNX0DJeC_yGuSRy6KiSjiZ_k-FzY0b8XHCy5dp01-OgCiLc0d_uYrBlmHGC1_8FIj-Xs/s4000/IMG20240311091528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN8d3rGcDy6ptkibRgaoUWLWJbeoWxoK2o6hJK03etT9EOnyPrjJMFSk-ucZ31IVus-q0zDvCMP8jk9Q6P488e7o0FzXzjobidpLsN36ACNXtpGFuelb84cLoNNX0DJeC_yGuSRy6KiSjiZ_k-FzY0b8XHCy5dp01-OgCiLc0d_uYrBlmHGC1_8FIj-Xs/w480-h640/IMG20240311091528.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sinister</span></i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lo and behold, there was an indigent POC crashed out on a sofa, perhaps he'd been done in by a deliciously lush Oleata, whatever that is.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZVw98kM8eYcZ7BCHwenErs7oojC930a9RruvviJAVXwnSqUZm7CpdNU21p9XthoqmFO6kPpGWB4gn78LR4CCxG_VtcwyEswiMexiBv4sHyorUyHsXw_sZXT8ZugjLmWX5GgtxqG8UateDohRn3zTF5t5rwX964OuZBLpyaIu7T2drWmEpCiCyS3RShpC/s4000/IMG20240313110607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZVw98kM8eYcZ7BCHwenErs7oojC930a9RruvviJAVXwnSqUZm7CpdNU21p9XthoqmFO6kPpGWB4gn78LR4CCxG_VtcwyEswiMexiBv4sHyorUyHsXw_sZXT8ZugjLmWX5GgtxqG8UateDohRn3zTF5t5rwX964OuZBLpyaIu7T2drWmEpCiCyS3RShpC/w480-h640/IMG20240313110607.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Magicians? Let's See</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So that was Monday, Tuesday was different again and involved driving to the corner of Greenville and Mockingbird from Dallas HQ to see Janey Tailor. Janey Tailor promises to work Korean magic on some old suits, let's see how that goes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkq95ih3ouA31bX9k0m7EfdJZmRHQiTlzPE5uI200_h4VZOsneJGxVvwcYF5b7lQi982xEBeAY08M5YF-hGvuNRI1BZDM12mIXg5vTQQ9aYPQHQN7JqfeaL0b_HKaVZzZLFK_TEpwd2HeYPxuyNJCV1Tz7Md4vUH0y6aWqfdY8le7F7UCkNqg5-GGr6kxt/s4000/IMG20240313163617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkq95ih3ouA31bX9k0m7EfdJZmRHQiTlzPE5uI200_h4VZOsneJGxVvwcYF5b7lQi982xEBeAY08M5YF-hGvuNRI1BZDM12mIXg5vTQQ9aYPQHQN7JqfeaL0b_HKaVZzZLFK_TEpwd2HeYPxuyNJCV1Tz7Md4vUH0y6aWqfdY8le7F7UCkNqg5-GGr6kxt/w640-h480/IMG20240313163617.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Look, a Drake</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And today? A trip to <a href="https://rayssportinggoods.com/home" target="_blank">Ray's gun shop</a>, it's an institution, and a strangely cheap CZ Drake O/U 20. We'll see how it shoots. Back in the country now, where the air is clean.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your Pal,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></div></div></div>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-50772367639854492622024-03-09T18:11:00.000-08:002024-03-09T18:11:53.575-08:00Tucker Rips Biden's State Of The Union<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="444" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/f72Tc-iXc4A" width="535" youtube-src-id="f72Tc-iXc4A"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Did you watch the ranting, deranged Old Crook speak the other night? I won't comment, Tucker says it all, crazy talk. You'll note, in passing, the Democrats baying for war while Mike Johnson nods in agreement. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3xLW0v5eU0" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">There will be a reckoning,</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-83394186138339043442024-03-08T18:26:00.000-08:002024-03-08T19:13:10.429-08:00Rest In Peace My Friend<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Jq6msnIRNyIfJmKiwBc41z9OaqHPehPcf6hSNMT2e5a8lFYWrCBut-3AA0s5jmLxeMsDCov7U8d6zHAdVZKwtk2DHcZEDJFWE8V524uBKMhIjd5hDqqWsr_-MMwUCUrPrFwNRr3T8CCnQbWUOMR8zxjfS-vxlIcI0nVUXFpa5WgjcChccRCItdgoJTL0/s719/Screenshot_2024-03-08-19-16-05-92_a23b203fd3aafc6dcb84e438dda678b6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="719" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Jq6msnIRNyIfJmKiwBc41z9OaqHPehPcf6hSNMT2e5a8lFYWrCBut-3AA0s5jmLxeMsDCov7U8d6zHAdVZKwtk2DHcZEDJFWE8V524uBKMhIjd5hDqqWsr_-MMwUCUrPrFwNRr3T8CCnQbWUOMR8zxjfS-vxlIcI0nVUXFpa5WgjcChccRCItdgoJTL0/w640-h314/Screenshot_2024-03-08-19-16-05-92_a23b203fd3aafc6dcb84e438dda678b6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A couple of weeks ago we were shooting together in a shotgun skeet throw down, what a lot of fun, all was well under the clear blue sky of Texas. But then today, just before Noonday Mass, I was forwarded an email, "Fr. Cantrell was found dead at his desk early this morning." Natural causes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fr. C was only 64, didn't smoke, unlike me, drank very little and kept fit, he loved the Camino and trained for it. More than that, he was a good man and a stalwart defender of the Catholic Cause in our part of God's Holy Church.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was Master of SSC in its non-rainbow aspect in the US, no small feat, and a dam fine man and a good shot. I counted him as a friend. May he rest in peace and rise in glory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Never Desert Never Surrender.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Hoc Signo,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">LSP</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">++++</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This seems well appropriate, played by Mark Dwyer who coined the phrase Vatican II Empty The Pew:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="460" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JDYxcz5dJhY" width="554" youtube-src-id="JDYxcz5dJhY"></iframe></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well played, Mark. Fr. C, may the angels guide you to paradise.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-56556656751031735622024-03-07T18:38:00.000-08:002024-03-07T18:38:26.169-08:00So What's Going On In The Church Of England?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bDtfX7_r-S7EVFZT6J_26KY3F024EA1Nu73wAuOrhrIKqQJ26Su0J5EYYX8aCaoVWw38vIitGchpEqsQzHCLmPtK-_G2SaAsF6BsgPKjoXQ0VLNTKQO00rla0sfxmfT1NosbmGRVOmBEzxpL7pDGskA9ZJlQcWTAh0sFbZJHgUu-uKvcbPsUqNW3YZCw/s512/photo%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bDtfX7_r-S7EVFZT6J_26KY3F024EA1Nu73wAuOrhrIKqQJ26Su0J5EYYX8aCaoVWw38vIitGchpEqsQzHCLmPtK-_G2SaAsF6BsgPKjoXQ0VLNTKQO00rla0sfxmfT1NosbmGRVOmBEzxpL7pDGskA9ZJlQcWTAh0sFbZJHgUu-uKvcbPsUqNW3YZCw/w640-h640/photo%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What an excellent question and I know you're far too busy listening to our beloved Octogenarian Ruler to think much about <strike>Old Mother Damnable</strike> the dear old Church of England. But here at the Compound we're boycotting the Old Crook and turning night optics to Ecclesia Anglicana, after all, it's Lent. So what's going on. Rev. Dr. Ian Paul sums it up neatly, <a href="https://virtueonline.org/general-synod-standing-brink-precipice-doctrinal-decay-and-dissolution-hits-church-scotland-tec" target="_blank">via Virtueonline:</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since the first report on marriage and sexuality in 1979, in contrast with debates about divorce and about the ministry of women, no consensus for change has emerged. The Shared Conversations and the LLF process have taken up most of the last ten years. The result? We are more anxious, more divided, more uncertain. The fateful phrase 'a radical new Christian inclusion' has unleashed a civil war in the Church.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In that time, adult attendance has fallen 30%, and the decline is accelerating. Child attendance has fallen 40% in the same period. And in the last three years, vocations to ordained ministry have collapsed by 40%. There is a very real prospect that ministry is going to collapse in large parts of the Church of England within the next five years. Where is this on our agenda?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">But here is the other stark reality: Other churches are growing. But we are reluctant to learn from them. We now represent something less than 18% of all Christians in a church on Sunday. We have another eight hours scheduled to talk about LLF (Living in Love and Freedom, ie. gay marriage ritual blessings). What it will it produce? More division, more frustration, no more progress. Fiddling whilst Canterbury burns doesn't even capture it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">If we continue this fruitless process, that will be the legacy we leave: the Church of England, a heap of ruins. It is up to us.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quite, and you'll be pleased to know the Church of England feels tremendously guilty about something called "<a href="https://virtueonline.org/cofe-church-commissioners-hail-african-chattel-enslavement-reparations" target="_blank">chattel slavery</a>" and intends to send the <strike>wymxn priestess gay sex vote buying </strike> (you can't write that, Ed.) vast sum of £100 million to Africa even as English churches are closing and clergy can't afford to keep the lights on.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWtQ_OPOTbg5NjIwK_jUH3BLoXw8EvAhWXIqf7ErJSDgG8fye7NLtf-UsVMJ8-qA83Uy4zNBvb8OvZ2AnslSRyF07fBntJHVXJiLZlLZtSeBYqZCoqN3Gdh7Cw8RXamqXqqsuYsRucPLuCyNsyXvKevhdM4ycLVnNCat7UFwnrqkrvDqvg4kJePn5ivSl/s640/491_1_045452_album.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWtQ_OPOTbg5NjIwK_jUH3BLoXw8EvAhWXIqf7ErJSDgG8fye7NLtf-UsVMJ8-qA83Uy4zNBvb8OvZ2AnslSRyF07fBntJHVXJiLZlLZtSeBYqZCoqN3Gdh7Cw8RXamqXqqsuYsRucPLuCyNsyXvKevhdM4ycLVnNCat7UFwnrqkrvDqvg4kJePn5ivSl/w640-h428/491_1_045452_album.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nasty at any level</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well you know what they say, go woke go broke, and I guess this exciting dispatch from the War on the Rainbow files vaguely under "Church" and "God."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just keeping it real,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-341769990955701212024-03-06T18:19:00.000-08:002024-03-06T18:19:38.546-08:00A Lenten Word<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfYInDDaD7k-It3_97YIfaW9X4a2kpopaa8APn8bjn4lXcpL2pQ2lP-U4O-xdTbdq2h-XLKH0TkGNWcBBirQDJERMMQNpp2Ac050v2GkN9oq5lXpUYIQsZJm9GA9Ai2Sf9BmnVHGdx29T7m6qqOjrHr6VaAz7uhE-jX2eVtO7hl-P4Qz8Xw1JRWirTI17/s1341/IMG_20240306_180724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1092" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRfYInDDaD7k-It3_97YIfaW9X4a2kpopaa8APn8bjn4lXcpL2pQ2lP-U4O-xdTbdq2h-XLKH0TkGNWcBBirQDJERMMQNpp2Ac050v2GkN9oq5lXpUYIQsZJm9GA9Ai2Sf9BmnVHGdx29T7m6qqOjrHr6VaAz7uhE-jX2eVtO7hl-P4Qz8Xw1JRWirTI17/w522-h640/IMG_20240306_180724.jpg" width="522" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>So what's going on in LSPland</i>, you ask. I'll tell you, the sun shines, birds sing, and fasting continues apace. It's Lent, you see, and that means doing your bit to draw closer to the Cross, part of which means cutting back on all that food. St. Francis de Sales offers measured advice:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">In a word, whosoever gains the heart has won the whole man. But this heart needs to be trained in its external conduct, so that it may display not merely a true devotion, but also wisdom and discretion. To this end I would make one or two suggestions.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you are able to fast, you will do well to observe some days beyond what are ordered by the Church, for besides the ordinary effect of fasting in raising the mind, subduing the flesh, confirming goodness, and obtaining a heavenly reward, it is also a great matter to be able to control greediness, and to keep the sensual appetites and the whole body subject to the law of the Spirit; and although we may be able to do but little, the enemy nevertheless stands more in awe of those whom he knows can fast. The early Christians selected Wednesday, Friday and Saturday as days of abstinence. Do you follow therein according as your own devotion and your director’s discretion may appoint.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>it is also a great matter to be able to control greediness, and to keep the sensual appetites and the whole body subject to the law of the Spirit</i>, yes indeed and the saint goes on to counsel moderation:</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">I am prepared to say with S. Jerome (to the pious Leta) that I disapprove of long and immoderate fasting, especially for the young. I have learnt by experience that when the colt grows weary it turns aside, and so when young people become delicate by excessive fasting, they readily take to self-indulgence. The stag does not run with due speed either when over fat or too thin, and we are in peril of temptation both when the body is overfed or underfed; in the one case it grows indolent, in the other it sinks through depression, and if we cannot bear with it in the first case, neither can it bear with us in the last. A want of moderation in the use of fasting, discipline and austerity has made many a one useless in works of charity during the best years of his life, as happened to S. Bernard, who repented of his excessive austerity. Those who misuse the body at the outset will have to indulge it overmuch at last. Surely it were wiser to deal sensibly with it, and treat it according to the work and service required by each man’s state of life.</span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I found that helpful and hope you do too, from Part III Chapter XXIII of<i> <a href="https://www.catholicspiritualdirection.org/devoutlife.pdf" target="_blank">The Introduction to the Devout Life</a>.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">God bless,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></div>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-12781575531688795832024-03-05T14:28:00.000-08:002024-03-05T14:28:18.168-08:00Victoria Nuland Retires<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qvDZVvsmRFeJbC5-Z6gFy8_gqBrU8UXKvWYBgG-s2oMoNGBuJ88zGoY98U8joRd7VlHHFSS4m_FK65vFOOTrCUMS7GnYbsvo_8UtF7_23TPLYodqCnwgotKuHM3E53a92pWS9nqdL3dv3t9JMUDdZ_BwwHlBis2RaPV540rnpI03Qkz_bc5co92wqreD/s558/Nuland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="558" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qvDZVvsmRFeJbC5-Z6gFy8_gqBrU8UXKvWYBgG-s2oMoNGBuJ88zGoY98U8joRd7VlHHFSS4m_FK65vFOOTrCUMS7GnYbsvo_8UtF7_23TPLYodqCnwgotKuHM3E53a92pWS9nqdL3dv3t9JMUDdZ_BwwHlBis2RaPV540rnpI03Qkz_bc5co92wqreD/w640-h284/Nuland.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">At 50, everyone has the face he deserves. George Orwell</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Victoria Nuland is stepping down as Under Secretary of State for Political Affairs of the United States. That's right, the very same warmongering uber hawk neocon who drove US foreign policy in Europe and beyond, who only a week ago vowed to "tighten the noose on Putin" is stepping down. What can we say? Perhaps this:</span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://twitter.com/Indian_Bronson/status/1765049744710111733" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-size: large;">She gave the Leviathan everything she had for so long, and now she’s discarded like trash.</span></i></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">You can read all about it <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/victoria-nuland-leaving-post-ukraine-ropes-us-policy-shambles" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2024/03/ding-dong-victoria-nuland-steps-down-after-gateway/" target="_blank">here</a>, if you like, and while you're at it ask the question, how much blood does this person have on its hands. Some argue you can even see it on her face.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPr6BYNOSxom8o3HM_oq9dUxkX4RHpc13-pDvqmmKCZCAnD5vosVQEeqte4dfc5m-s6gCgGBL0QnA_s2wNejy-fimF_3bNtQZikEqO_Ohwug-IoL-8SbHyZ1UjE9cr-gicTx_eMgo3MWDzYT4yQF7PbhEhYlT57yXtnUeu1fStiOZL161lbJvaJQl1HgPk/s253/GH66pG_acAA6KEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="212" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPr6BYNOSxom8o3HM_oq9dUxkX4RHpc13-pDvqmmKCZCAnD5vosVQEeqte4dfc5m-s6gCgGBL0QnA_s2wNejy-fimF_3bNtQZikEqO_Ohwug-IoL-8SbHyZ1UjE9cr-gicTx_eMgo3MWDzYT4yQF7PbhEhYlT57yXtnUeu1fStiOZL161lbJvaJQl1HgPk/w536-h640/GH66pG_acAA6KEN.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That is all,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></div>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-60682730604629490422024-03-04T17:39:00.000-08:002024-03-04T17:44:20.414-08:00What's With Nikki Haley<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmnYY1F9F94ZY0L0ig4SY_K1tOl6dz-5XCkdf_FDtRvOh4vi9qsqy3Wfwtjsn9lbHYLnqpZIZgbGeRj_hpuPD_V4D3T_ux6jjsQXhAiVmB5LskFv7Eplnyhyphenhyphenhe4uAPPdBTkAYq7tw5dSgDaFGXByt58O9SjixThs1bckZBaSELzkTrvYVYbn4n64GeUjm/s989/nikki-haley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="989" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmnYY1F9F94ZY0L0ig4SY_K1tOl6dz-5XCkdf_FDtRvOh4vi9qsqy3Wfwtjsn9lbHYLnqpZIZgbGeRj_hpuPD_V4D3T_ux6jjsQXhAiVmB5LskFv7Eplnyhyphenhyphenhe4uAPPdBTkAYq7tw5dSgDaFGXByt58O9SjixThs1bckZBaSELzkTrvYVYbn4n64GeUjm/w640-h360/nikki-haley.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What's with Nikki Haley? Per Tucker Carlson, “She’s so transparently weak and sort of ridiculous and doesn’t know anything, and just thinks that jumping up and down and making these absurd blanket statements, and repeating bumper stickers, is just like leadership. A self-confident advanced society would never allow Nikki Haley to advance.” Uh huh, and yet she continues to run, despite being consistently trashed at the polls.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/political/why-they-are-still-running-nikki-haley" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Jim Quinn comments, via Zerohedge:</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Among the dozens of false narratives spun by the black widow spider psychopaths, which include the Ukraine war, Gaza genocide, safe & secure border, safe and effective vaccines, safe and secure elections, the armed insurrection where no one was armed, Russiagate, declining inflation, and strong growing economy, the continuation of Nikki Haley’s ridiculously pathetic campaign for the Republican nomination. If you haven’t noticed, Trump has trounced this warmongering RINO, Liz Cheney wannabe in every primary/caucus thus far. All the other candidates dropped out, as instructed, leaving only Nimarata as the chosen option of the Deep State and their deep pocketed billionaire donors.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When something makes no sense and the behavior of a feckless politician seems irrational, there is something wicked going on behind the curtain and will not be revealed until those running the show decide it will benefit them financially, politically and increase their power over the masses. As Haley continues to pretend to be a viable candidate, with her coffers being filled by shadowy figures meeting in smokey backrooms, I was reminded of another pitiful excuse for a candidate in 2020.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A senile, old, corrupt, child sniffing coot, who was nothing more than a laughingstock on the national scene as Obama’s token establishment white guy, making a living as the Big Guy in his crackhead son’s worldwide shakedown operations in Ukraine, China and wherever he could make a buck. In case you didn’t remember, he wasn’t even an afterthought in the 2020 Iowa Caucus and New Hampshire primary.</span></p></blockquote><p> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He goes on to suggest that, given the Powers' failure to produce a "Nixon moment, El Senor Trump will get "offed" leaving Nikki as a standing presidential stooge for her deep state neo-con handlers and paymasters. Hey, Kamala Harris patently won't work and the senile, old, corrupt, child sniffing crook laughingstock won't either. Enter, according to Quinn, Nikki.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quinn concludes in epic Zerohedge doomer style: </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"All I know for sure is the next nine months will be an epic shitstorm, with potential assassinations, civil war, global war, financial chaos and collapse, and possibly the end of our nation as we know it.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Buckle up, the ride is about to get bumpy."</span></i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm no expert, but I'd say he has a point.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your Pal,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-47979278652882141032024-03-04T10:28:00.000-08:002024-03-04T10:28:48.827-08:00You Miserable Offender!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvUcrPYLX6odBN84dEJmOSuPfZ6tzeb6twTvVBJLMjVB7jkF4CEJXt30As9x-CneQ-j2HSGWMxICUGIx45yuNhIe_fFWnDQ4aA287p_ay6_Lu9bIjv9IymnAGQoUU7YNOLGM5iAnYREkXPWsL9OtZ3o-MZmX9fvtNJcEFofAwfLoHb8jaZSA59cMgo5OM/s4000/IMG20240304112635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvUcrPYLX6odBN84dEJmOSuPfZ6tzeb6twTvVBJLMjVB7jkF4CEJXt30As9x-CneQ-j2HSGWMxICUGIx45yuNhIe_fFWnDQ4aA287p_ay6_Lu9bIjv9IymnAGQoUU7YNOLGM5iAnYREkXPWsL9OtZ3o-MZmX9fvtNJcEFofAwfLoHb8jaZSA59cMgo5OM/w480-h640/IMG20240304112635.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No, not you, long-suffering readers of this shallow and frivolous mind blog, but this suit. Here's the story. Back in the far-off, halcyon days of London in the early mid '90s I found myself in a strange in between kind of space, neither here nor there, sort of thing.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQjgCINaedWhYkmv2ZSGevbAbCI17BYqcNHMkKl0e-XVPkhJE3s8FhBMef7au2ClJ647EI_KJI_hCUx7zSl8_iOMnEzGfE8vcISQJvyFe07UvNkcWA6tJjZNIbVL7p9Z6KC_bzf1-tYz4pdHG2iby37gt3n7wkbfkhgQHFML64jnErS0ZtgYHX6wX1zts/s4000/IMG20240304112615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQjgCINaedWhYkmv2ZSGevbAbCI17BYqcNHMkKl0e-XVPkhJE3s8FhBMef7au2ClJ647EI_KJI_hCUx7zSl8_iOMnEzGfE8vcISQJvyFe07UvNkcWA6tJjZNIbVL7p9Z6KC_bzf1-tYz4pdHG2iby37gt3n7wkbfkhgQHFML64jnErS0ZtgYHX6wX1zts/w480-h640/IMG20240304112615.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Behave Yourself And Stop Shrinking</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then Cardinal Hume, may he rest in peace, stepped in with a pastoral placement which involved working as a PA for an exalted personage. This meant getting a couple of suits from a famous tailoring street beginning with S and ending in e. So I went with a made-to-measure option at one of the shops on the fabled row of tailors.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Great result and on expenses to boot. Flash forward to today. After many, many years of loyal and faithful service the wretched suits decided they wouldn't fit anymore. You'll note, ahem, that a bad workman blames his tools but, this in mind, I gave the miserable offenders another go this morning and...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQTbzXp2qX-Z2-qvwZRlgf7QZbgLUNC08uqM5Nb7VP73CGeDfCtoWSwLCoxSdnFtQhJ0TtY5Hw6KWWHEQncFAz7SiU6-YtDAPh8_1Eyt1GX26MBPcUNvvdCqkFgu77SEYSep_7sGKh1ypyFwushVdl1gfEnPbMGO3_IyteDTQIAgoU631Qec1zxJ0tj3x/s4000/IMG20240304112821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQTbzXp2qX-Z2-qvwZRlgf7QZbgLUNC08uqM5Nb7VP73CGeDfCtoWSwLCoxSdnFtQhJ0TtY5Hw6KWWHEQncFAz7SiU6-YtDAPh8_1Eyt1GX26MBPcUNvvdCqkFgu77SEYSep_7sGKh1ypyFwushVdl1gfEnPbMGO3_IyteDTQIAgoU631Qec1zxJ0tj3x/w480-h640/IMG20240304112821.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Traitor! Must get That Fireplace Working...</i></div></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">They fit</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">. Whoa, it seems serious Lenten fasting has both spiritual and practical benefits, almost as though the two go hand in hand. In the meanwhile, I file this exciting tale of sartorial splendour under "anything else I care to think of."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-57062603751626081132024-03-03T15:39:00.000-08:002024-03-03T21:06:47.367-08:00Take Note Ye Heathen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="480" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zwe0kEfllaM" width="578" youtube-src-id="zwe0kEfllaM"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">You may be a bit confused by this video because there's no trannies or Gaia DEI Rainbow riders in it. How, then, can the Garden-Threatening Russkies be force lethal, given their CIS-Gender commitment? </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjoWHjclYnlOJv49_aMeSY5urSPnrP_e1ZReJDIVoP6lZWsQDM52jsMY4JGY6v4wvZNF6CntvocE2QkN5VxYGGXBpaq0820Eekcno4bbygBK8NxAy1sTmVr6AtHgCJowpBfai81eJel5zWhOKTmgGi85g9vRgxJR9ldf3fWp9I7j8R3t3fMAHdehQeSuu/s900/oscar-dirlewanger-outside.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="900" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjoWHjclYnlOJv49_aMeSY5urSPnrP_e1ZReJDIVoP6lZWsQDM52jsMY4JGY6v4wvZNF6CntvocE2QkN5VxYGGXBpaq0820Eekcno4bbygBK8NxAy1sTmVr6AtHgCJowpBfai81eJel5zWhOKTmgGi85g9vRgxJR9ldf3fWp9I7j8R3t3fMAHdehQeSuu/w640-h340/oscar-dirlewanger-outside.png" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oscar disguised as Tyrol</i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good question, and they're obviously too backward Slav Peasant to work it out. So just you wait until our unicorn brigades drive the subhuman Slavs back to Moscow, and don't you dare say Berlin 1945, it's not appropriate and history never rhymes.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX1qIVRvBSSunMTLxOKWIkYBE59CiToc1jnLk6pBOTBqRGcaX15S0hCoKN-LJmsEfm61OM9O-KpA4sYwS2glW3jaZwQNFMAegCgofYGOKvwH-ld4dLfBUEkm5BI_rl3pWbZo4YcE6Rzpri2TE4wVjW-lkHW_f4ouHrFJuBATL65McW3bMfvkhomq87LGD/s360/Oskar_Dirlewanger.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="267" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX1qIVRvBSSunMTLxOKWIkYBE59CiToc1jnLk6pBOTBqRGcaX15S0hCoKN-LJmsEfm61OM9O-KpA4sYwS2glW3jaZwQNFMAegCgofYGOKvwH-ld4dLfBUEkm5BI_rl3pWbZo4YcE6Rzpri2TE4wVjW-lkHW_f4ouHrFJuBATL65McW3bMfvkhomq87LGD/w474-h640/Oskar_Dirlewanger.png" width="474" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Typical Oscar Photo Op</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">On topic, SS Dirlewanger thought he could disguise himself as a Tyrolienne, right up there in the Alps in 1945. Fail. He was beaten to death by Poles while in captivity. Well, can't say you didn't earn it, psycho.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-71811119202537362682024-03-03T14:54:00.000-08:002024-03-03T14:54:14.342-08:00Le Petit Prince<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoEpsY9MxlgjcDmFLGv-ctNyAYNKKGQSV5u2jl00bFu5nc6ejlcPoaWiXdMTCg2P_OGpbXcf_TljaTWwIkcq0fqAsIpGyk7gDxwCzj41xIJW28GrMS7wU_JyBhXq7Ht4Ouqof9xHDEjKB3K7JsL7S-ZaI_kJtDI3F6yzEQlgsXw2eCQmnEsEN4-WAZSgS/s600/french%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="600" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoEpsY9MxlgjcDmFLGv-ctNyAYNKKGQSV5u2jl00bFu5nc6ejlcPoaWiXdMTCg2P_OGpbXcf_TljaTWwIkcq0fqAsIpGyk7gDxwCzj41xIJW28GrMS7wU_JyBhXq7Ht4Ouqof9xHDEjKB3K7JsL7S-ZaI_kJtDI3F6yzEQlgsXw2eCQmnEsEN4-WAZSgS/w640-h386/french%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">All the world knows Petit Prince Macron has promised French troops to Ukraine to fight against evil Putler Bear. Far-sighted readers will remember France has an ill-fated habit of attacking Russia. Perhaps it'll work out differently this time, eh?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="532" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QWJCnfRLJCw" width="641" youtube-src-id="QWJCnfRLJCw"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What do you think. Do you think the entire French Army could defeat the Ukrainian Army or even the Polish Army? Perhaps it could handle the Romanian armed forces with the help of the British. Or not.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEMQ-Io-zkJV6I5nW2BP7CaosttdCXH7ZOGVj323XrD3Qv2jFR45ZhOn0oHpe5PIvKR7NZoDPKG5r-dgVuW3nXpXbqXKSD3LrnNVHDdgJMNRiPj5l905qe-PFUfyJBY8vHr-sUAFw-XaxNf_VKYmGcppIIeTHHcPUfTc008KJQrX71KjHpTr8LHoUDhce/s640/15385eb8d6f99e3fd7f9ca756ef3405f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="443" data-original-width="640" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEMQ-Io-zkJV6I5nW2BP7CaosttdCXH7ZOGVj323XrD3Qv2jFR45ZhOn0oHpe5PIvKR7NZoDPKG5r-dgVuW3nXpXbqXKSD3LrnNVHDdgJMNRiPj5l905qe-PFUfyJBY8vHr-sUAFw-XaxNf_VKYmGcppIIeTHHcPUfTc008KJQrX71KjHpTr8LHoUDhce/w640-h444/15385eb8d6f99e3fd7f9ca756ef3405f.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Serious point. What is NATO but a US Protectorate? And what happens when the money dries up, at 30++ TN USD$ and counting. Gold standard, anyone?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Advance to Contact,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-57874143132135596152024-03-03T12:50:00.000-08:002024-03-03T12:50:03.493-08:00Sunday Mass<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxczyxT53sWvSLE_43Z6NfyvHzV8vqPq1GgpLHOGG5_cLhx_izE_JZaRkqFF2Wg2MpOfzWdV7WF3lUFpKu2PAXwMlEWKGgkKoxCBledyziRSQPHrMuQBHCxWVCmJRGAkgVxvLGtMFNzroXLP8yrzbSlYBbuacK5v9wbtoEAec5npL8L6_uj_2T-GHdIGa/s600/belle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="600" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxczyxT53sWvSLE_43Z6NfyvHzV8vqPq1GgpLHOGG5_cLhx_izE_JZaRkqFF2Wg2MpOfzWdV7WF3lUFpKu2PAXwMlEWKGgkKoxCBledyziRSQPHrMuQBHCxWVCmJRGAkgVxvLGtMFNzroXLP8yrzbSlYBbuacK5v9wbtoEAec5npL8L6_uj_2T-GHdIGa/w640-h426/belle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">You pull up to Mission #2, not far at all from Belle Starr's onetime ranch/hideout, and what do you see? Nothing fancy, just a couple of lines of pick ups, a horse trailer and a lowish church built in the 1980s in an act of faith on the part of people who retired from the Metrosprawl to live by the lake. They're mostly gone now, bless 'em. But what do you find inside?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ-Q-6PTrQ1Mr_RgvayzGJJs0VgT6ERIWvWJF7dqU9aTEXOqv1b5MIkU-pLt_YHeVHAvPCughNkVubBpXDQHPqOJtJnDGUN5OuwUfgLUXTBsQmbEEyUX39KaqyPsFwYtd_TAqp-D19qr0mXtOE4qoCC_VvgAfvfDzcpRgJnGw9dLAXb1m6KEA3TrpL6Hx/w480-h640/9631767.jpg" width="480" /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The few readers of this unassuming mind-blog would be shocked. No guitar playing nuns, no wymxn priestesses, no rainbow flags, no felt applique banners, not even any liturgical dance. What you do get is an oriented sung Mass, Rite I (think Ordinariate style, all you RC trads), with traditional hymns. And here's the thing, the singing was led by a couple of ex-Baptist women.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I tell you, it was good, and I don't say that lightly. Imagine, if you can, Amazing Grace at the Offertory on a Loretta Lynn tip. Here's Miss Lynn:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="459" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xgnfg_NejQE" width="551" youtube-src-id="xgnfg_NejQE"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">High on a mountain top? You bet. In related news, I called our <a href="https://www.prorodeohalloffame.com/inductees/barrel-racing/jimmie-munroe/" target="_blank">Senior Warden after Mass,</a> "Hey, J, I haven't ridden for four years and feel it's time to get back on. Can you recommend someone to give me remedial lessons? You know, leads, asking for gaits the right way and all of that." She thought about it for a second or two, "Sure! Come out this week and ride with us, we'll find you a horse."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, pundits, mark me well. This is equivalent to, say, a pub guitarist calling up Jimmy Page and saying, "Hey man, is it OK if I jam with you and Eric Clapton?" You know, to <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ai1y-3BmAHc" target="_blank">get better on the guitar</a></i>, and he replies, "You bet, swing by the studio sometime this week, Roy Harper's gonna be there too. He <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdBIGlXMorM" target="_blank">needs</a></i> help."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFS6ls9NqmMB_K1DxD-cPSgJAhkSzjgrSlhx3nXPrNEpIr3AAVWFO5El1cGH93RaDq1TWuQMsl4L0Z7flfBSM29ch7Od7VCEue7CjML2OoDN-4C41csgkD2iZc-UhdIENj2qbZI_uc8RoVTHiHkQ4dBhyS6yYJnNGo9Mn9ANxcClFfDVBsAW3MzvxXc4f/s800/Wanda-Bush-Rodeo-of-the-Ozarks-action-by-Springer-1984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFS6ls9NqmMB_K1DxD-cPSgJAhkSzjgrSlhx3nXPrNEpIr3AAVWFO5El1cGH93RaDq1TWuQMsl4L0Z7flfBSM29ch7Od7VCEue7CjML2OoDN-4C41csgkD2iZc-UhdIENj2qbZI_uc8RoVTHiHkQ4dBhyS6yYJnNGo9Mn9ANxcClFfDVBsAW3MzvxXc4f/w640-h480/Wanda-Bush-Rodeo-of-the-Ozarks-action-by-Springer-1984.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>J in the Zone and then some</i></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wow, what good people we have in this little country church, where the Word of God is preached and taught and the Sacraments confected. There's hope and no inconsiderable uplift in that and I feel privileged to serve here. Stay tuned for equestrian adventure.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your Old Pal,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-19631501086405638422024-03-02T11:49:00.000-08:002024-03-02T11:49:23.934-08:00All The Colors Of The Canadian Rainbow<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaVVtVuE7UYLXJ2JFVCTGAGgn5HsdkSnsPUcAJ6_JQIOmn2OcEtPB52WeuNt_Hr-TixlInzhNtnqIrB_sIiEAvREYjTdA2DYtTfqnrNN1f2VmZZfqwS7VaVhXlX8t1_EvDU20FhSOO1UicOWhuhiCDbjpWVaH0BE3ZYdQBt4btqFTOgaSAF9_tSJafwSy/s780/toronto-pride-parade-2015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="780" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaVVtVuE7UYLXJ2JFVCTGAGgn5HsdkSnsPUcAJ6_JQIOmn2OcEtPB52WeuNt_Hr-TixlInzhNtnqIrB_sIiEAvREYjTdA2DYtTfqnrNN1f2VmZZfqwS7VaVhXlX8t1_EvDU20FhSOO1UicOWhuhiCDbjpWVaH0BE3ZYdQBt4btqFTOgaSAF9_tSJafwSy/w640-h426/toronto-pride-parade-2015.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Justine Trudeau's beloved Rainbow Coalition ruling party is sending several million Loonies to beleaguered Ukraine to help with the war effort. Have a look:</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4NUTkhDP6jrWyZCPhQkEfAY1OMnCFNM_t-Vqb2LM1WNnylwH8bksNp5H6pYgwhyphenhyphenPwqx6pcuPO2BZR8hiDbDkezzKX2C41Xc-QoOZiptAoDZDrXv6Yspb5-wZ8S5YljK9XGOtkAzHSDFFaV5z39IY74mT4gz-Hw6EMaBHrKXZXPfQBQIDYS3h5UhVfp65/s1021/1709405741662589.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="1021" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4NUTkhDP6jrWyZCPhQkEfAY1OMnCFNM_t-Vqb2LM1WNnylwH8bksNp5H6pYgwhyphenhyphenPwqx6pcuPO2BZR8hiDbDkezzKX2C41Xc-QoOZiptAoDZDrXv6Yspb5-wZ8S5YljK9XGOtkAzHSDFFaV5z39IY74mT4gz-Hw6EMaBHrKXZXPfQBQIDYS3h5UhVfp65/w640-h256/1709405741662589.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Is ACoC running this program?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://www.pm.gc.ca/en/news/backgrounders/2024/02/24/canada-announces-additional-support-ukraine" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">$4 million for gender-transformative mine action.</span></a></i><span style="font-size: large;"> What does that even mean, that EOD training will make you a tranny and the Russkies will lose the war because all their oppressively heteronormative Zemledeliye operators will die laughing?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mVPeAPhm1F0zMg7pbLz_OtkpVR_MhhI24v_gsdFl_NaFExnO8DS4CzQ0rCkn3FBpxwxg972jhJyL9cUk0d53H-eK8Vi3HhFhBjxmehzJW_HccLi2jTHz3vSjkARHse3RhAPTIWWhwehrSdm2XS1Hp_vZ2U7UIX9Vzolb4Vyf9UNyOIbik7h-Bv58ZgR4/s1200/zimeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="1200" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mVPeAPhm1F0zMg7pbLz_OtkpVR_MhhI24v_gsdFl_NaFExnO8DS4CzQ0rCkn3FBpxwxg972jhJyL9cUk0d53H-eK8Vi3HhFhBjxmehzJW_HccLi2jTHz3vSjkARHse3RhAPTIWWhwehrSdm2XS1Hp_vZ2U7UIX9Vzolb4Vyf9UNyOIbik7h-Bv58ZgR4/w640-h346/zimeld.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">A typical Cis-Gender Zemledeliye mine laying system</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Help me out here, I'm lost,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-48948140979091133252024-03-01T18:31:00.000-08:002024-03-01T20:21:59.552-08:00Ride On?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-cTTnCkAVhy9gE2k3yv9kTWkRvamc-XHQje7k20q8KPgcp63kIrHAiiHRD-BSOxPAPzAAlPM5mHhjMVB7Vph4JwN_qjubsq23G4lsIFNOUP4qb3wbHkpHgdj1-eEOqMIjcIPVlvYwW8qOxxbA-W7Bb6G7pUr4z9LyKDgVjHO-9v5DWNuzGLkowuv1fPi/s2048/somewhere%20in%20texas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-cTTnCkAVhy9gE2k3yv9kTWkRvamc-XHQje7k20q8KPgcp63kIrHAiiHRD-BSOxPAPzAAlPM5mHhjMVB7Vph4JwN_qjubsq23G4lsIFNOUP4qb3wbHkpHgdj1-eEOqMIjcIPVlvYwW8qOxxbA-W7Bb6G7pUr4z9LyKDgVjHO-9v5DWNuzGLkowuv1fPi/w360-h640/somewhere%20in%20texas.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Shadow LSP</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps it's time to get back on the horse. I mean to say, there you are at the </span><a href="https://www.tollygungeclub.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">dear old Tolly</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> in Calcutta and decide to go for a morning ride. So put on those burnished field boots, stroll over to the stables, swing into the saddle and... make a complete fool of yourself because you haven't actually ridden in a few years, four, to be precise.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVG7KYLWWmefP6-sj6hkVZretX07DVwmzrwEHUoQljYog9vgiAkAor-Z7OS71WOa6FOPvg4WwSPIW68BOgiiO-DQ6tBNuxZtEzr3n9Obea6QtxOk_Grs7VxzRmRhsEIFtjD-Amd2D7WMa1SOe7p0IsOwQpuv1z4DTw7GiSmpNQfcBkDiWSch_xz3EodUr/s724/club_house_outer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="724" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVG7KYLWWmefP6-sj6hkVZretX07DVwmzrwEHUoQljYog9vgiAkAor-Z7OS71WOa6FOPvg4WwSPIW68BOgiiO-DQ6tBNuxZtEzr3n9Obea6QtxOk_Grs7VxzRmRhsEIFtjD-Amd2D7WMa1SOe7p0IsOwQpuv1z4DTw7GiSmpNQfcBkDiWSch_xz3EodUr/w640-h354/club_house_outer.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Tolly, I Think It's Time to Visit</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">All wrong. No, none of that. Instead you mount up and ride on into the dawn of a new Bengal day, moving from walk, to trot, to canter, to gallop, all seamlessly and in union with the horse itself. Man and beast at one. OK, so you have a warm up in the arena first to get to know the horse, but that's all good and your Syce suspends his inclination to scorn a new rider. Ride over, you fall back to the veranda for refreshments, the day is young.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now you see where I'm going with this. If you want to go on a tour of the Clubs of the Old Raj, you'd better be able to ride. That in mind, the Lenten fast is moving me to call up the Senior Warden and ask, "I say, J, d'ye know someone who can sort me out for remedial lessons, English style?"</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYFrH0Ic8l3WmzvfUVyt7XBnydA7k24JpDs3VxDvr9_ANiM7iscHc0JqZCW9qbr1XVSJj9AzDwZNkqOjeT3EqIhvFoDB-3jvv-MgSk3PyS44l_xjGyhONg_5AHhcOjIhGnNHEJU2wEhohd768BEiMjwOE7BmeFeIjevjE0tVvozxGp_nYGnrlryUiQRsT/s2048/arena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYFrH0Ic8l3WmzvfUVyt7XBnydA7k24JpDs3VxDvr9_ANiM7iscHc0JqZCW9qbr1XVSJj9AzDwZNkqOjeT3EqIhvFoDB-3jvv-MgSk3PyS44l_xjGyhONg_5AHhcOjIhGnNHEJU2wEhohd768BEiMjwOE7BmeFeIjevjE0tVvozxGp_nYGnrlryUiQRsT/w640-h480/arena.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Me a Few Year's Back at J's Arena With The Youngest </span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">She'll say yes and we can go from there, maybe to a half lease, and even if the Tolly plan, magnificent in scope, doesn't work out it's still way better than a gym membership. So let's see how this equestrian plan pans out. In the meanwhile, here's J in the day:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1cNLeUcF1ctKsguzHTTDuocA1AjSc0wyskruSsb6xCjjkaRJ7FALrBeKjygBICZioIQ7O_8u_IjfAfVVKoTCvl_sTmH8oZ9i3VrWzzzEcFM7m84i-Ctz74e-w45459rrL1PEp35w1Y1jU9C3J64IiRtcTcPcYU_PWmEyA2wZHYfnZ5pepCb3AT9rh6qo/s700/1974-NFR-Jimmie-Munroe-and-Billy2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="700" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1cNLeUcF1ctKsguzHTTDuocA1AjSc0wyskruSsb6xCjjkaRJ7FALrBeKjygBICZioIQ7O_8u_IjfAfVVKoTCvl_sTmH8oZ9i3VrWzzzEcFM7m84i-Ctz74e-w45459rrL1PEp35w1Y1jU9C3J64IiRtcTcPcYU_PWmEyA2wZHYfnZ5pepCb3AT9rh6qo/w640-h546/1974-NFR-Jimmie-Munroe-and-Billy2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Just Outstanding</span></i></div></i><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What an athlete! Her husband was too, RIP, a world champ Bronc Rider and MC/Treasurer at Mission #2 to boot. But rodeo aside, I feel that it'd be good to get in the saddle again and actually learn the discipline. Or something like that.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheers,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-5347465953361936122024-02-28T18:12:00.000-08:002024-02-28T18:13:57.009-08:00Liturgical Dance Is So Very Very Awesome<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2ZCEyJJKrzYMQDsOqV5TNra9-PlXO-hg6J-7faZJnbmouFBE1KZHXt8GSl2HJUFf0fJ7CzuP1VfN0KGoo7nvCrahBb5gsC3VP90UKMY7uXMqw5kl7nLXHAatafcIwhcO00shHX5QPTqG7dQuASLGJNsVPX6gwPTC72Q-z5KIZEwXL-f8n9qm6GjsoJD3/w640-h426/liturgical%20dance-03.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://southernorderspage.blogspot.com/2015/12/authentic-liturgical-dance-and-one-of.html" target="_blank">Liturgical dance is so very, very awesome.</a></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEght9Db7qOfdk4iW4-73exMMUF7olQUJ55ND3XL-YEIgd8tISxqyBcOiiKgzNdKvdpMdIU1Hs_V0fjCiHhoW0rO4IHmC7wiFcedyqg-JKn_vaWsTeqSpMv9BLNqanIlgmon0I_G76WQxoOiBYF7oTHBSNQ6YI7IUJxq50vlitsGsx4tqyVKrpLe9_n4Tsxv/s504/liturgicaldance-thumb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="504" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEght9Db7qOfdk4iW4-73exMMUF7olQUJ55ND3XL-YEIgd8tISxqyBcOiiKgzNdKvdpMdIU1Hs_V0fjCiHhoW0rO4IHmC7wiFcedyqg-JKn_vaWsTeqSpMv9BLNqanIlgmon0I_G76WQxoOiBYF7oTHBSNQ6YI7IUJxq50vlitsGsx4tqyVKrpLe9_n4Tsxv/w640-h414/liturgicaldance-thumb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe that's why </span><a href="https://www.catholicworldreport.com/2012/09/28/lord-of-the-dance/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">it's inspired</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> so many thousands to go to church. Then again, maybe it's the beautiful altar frontals, nylon vestments and felt applique banners that did the trick. Here's a moving video:</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="445" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UJ5KbCuox3g" width="534" youtube-src-id="UJ5KbCuox3g"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Beautiful, isn't it. In related news, Baron Jacob Rothscild's dead. He once posed for the camera along with America's celebrity art witch, Marina Abramovic. The painting's entitled, <a href="https://www.royalacademy.org.uk/art-artists/work-of-art/satan-summoning-his-legions">Satan Summoning His Legions.</a></div></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggduEI3U6oIz3nSqI2Da5dUqsoKbt36jNqn7I2x49umKkdF1I2bstpMxohOv3MITuJgd-aokwz4KlNpKgXwWt9eJxPTzVHpmfwDKC1qTrDbs-f9YGtkKHVYhq2zAUIVodTt2DVHbwewUtTm0E5Q_lmGWKI4oEqqkmmfgmZFnAqDmuxAxDdrJK7F3GB56Pc/s866/EVNXeeEWsAUhgAJ.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggduEI3U6oIz3nSqI2Da5dUqsoKbt36jNqn7I2x49umKkdF1I2bstpMxohOv3MITuJgd-aokwz4KlNpKgXwWt9eJxPTzVHpmfwDKC1qTrDbs-f9YGtkKHVYhq2zAUIVodTt2DVHbwewUtTm0E5Q_lmGWKI4oEqqkmmfgmZFnAqDmuxAxDdrJK7F3GB56Pc/w532-h640/EVNXeeEWsAUhgAJ.png" width="532" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Appropriate, don't you think?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Out demons out,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-83893350618813599552024-02-27T19:48:00.000-08:002024-03-01T20:24:13.132-08:00Filthy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMC9TpjiIe-uwWPxRdk6SBvxqiK6s1sbPoN524ELy3RwHUt7IKqwgcSsnEUn4o9KXuzJBWkraKSfZ5BG-Af_nyqw7PsAnXTYUrIs8L54fmSR2Us9nj-dN8md_mle8RlgBTkC6B5jqx9QTnMdpEeqW9Z_zEhYUF2uNL5XcmI2zjZSIvvSyjXfjg24dJFe4/s4000/IMG20240227110037.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMC9TpjiIe-uwWPxRdk6SBvxqiK6s1sbPoN524ELy3RwHUt7IKqwgcSsnEUn4o9KXuzJBWkraKSfZ5BG-Af_nyqw7PsAnXTYUrIs8L54fmSR2Us9nj-dN8md_mle8RlgBTkC6B5jqx9QTnMdpEeqW9Z_zEhYUF2uNL5XcmI2zjZSIvvSyjXfjg24dJFe4/w640-h480/IMG20240227110037.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just look at this filthy little beast. Some people think, mistakenly, that they don't have to clean their lowly .22s. Then they wonder why the dam thing </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">doesn't work</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsMm2r1RZBBMalxSitIbJCrSmjjosBSKMEegBQdFoaUnJLuy1ZTWoGGKg0tR6oC6hlBbOx-5Ev_vP_2QXvmfdmaqmNosbVFv_oxvtIDGP11Ooi9FRsifyoQOKPRv4XcTeCOlB80OXyzg3LwEY7c5gkpOREliPUmINRvveg2Wike5KYddukL7zsurGLKxj/s4000/IMG20240227111802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsMm2r1RZBBMalxSitIbJCrSmjjosBSKMEegBQdFoaUnJLuy1ZTWoGGKg0tR6oC6hlBbOx-5Ev_vP_2QXvmfdmaqmNosbVFv_oxvtIDGP11Ooi9FRsifyoQOKPRv4XcTeCOlB80OXyzg3LwEY7c5gkpOREliPUmINRvveg2Wike5KYddukL7zsurGLKxj/w480-h640/IMG20240227111802.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Same goes for shotguns. Perhaps you've been on a shoot where someone's gun doesn't work because he couldn't be bothered to clean it. That in mind, I set to this morning.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMELrZrvP9M2drhH0Z5adxjw0lCTkQtQLsgFD8P5qleXKvkY72FDsZEO6LsrLm0hGlRipdG6b6th1GKNSbNgYriKgYSdu8C1uyONySdpU9PVys0DrYJI6HSRmaArDHSRYj9s5k0LmgyjWzh938gSsegsV4Y8Zq4rPWlrsQjo_tvxSTnlrKdMS8nwYoQ-m/s4000/IMG20240227113317.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMELrZrvP9M2drhH0Z5adxjw0lCTkQtQLsgFD8P5qleXKvkY72FDsZEO6LsrLm0hGlRipdG6b6th1GKNSbNgYriKgYSdu8C1uyONySdpU9PVys0DrYJI6HSRmaArDHSRYj9s5k0LmgyjWzh938gSsegsV4Y8Zq4rPWlrsQjo_tvxSTnlrKdMS8nwYoQ-m/w480-h640/IMG20240227113317.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chop, chop, that SXS barrel isn't going to clean itself!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1NEn2raiwzGCRz_36rknMPjJPVYTrhJanwus4U3-4ktC9hH87zDBzdAHv_48ww8WTmRC2b3rhXtHzRnCrRGmL2Wzmvp7U0GohK7WHWOc_Jzud4AybwmT-JsmGOD8tOzyB0_gkhkVgykROQ9ZNK7sxJTuGDstI58ujXnidNS6tTEAl3x6Xzld2uj3bgZR/s4000/IMG20240227120920.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1NEn2raiwzGCRz_36rknMPjJPVYTrhJanwus4U3-4ktC9hH87zDBzdAHv_48ww8WTmRC2b3rhXtHzRnCrRGmL2Wzmvp7U0GohK7WHWOc_Jzud4AybwmT-JsmGOD8tOzyB0_gkhkVgykROQ9ZNK7sxJTuGDstI58ujXnidNS6tTEAl3x6Xzld2uj3bgZR/w480-h640/IMG20240227120920.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And the same applied to a couple of old pumps. Speaking of which, I like the Mossberg Ulti Mag, what a workhorse. Mind you, I might have to replace the extractors as they're getting on a bit. Not hard to do but a bit of pain.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So there you have it, all clean and ready to go unless a tragic boating accident gets in the way.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">#2A,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-75627967106118211492024-02-25T17:50:00.000-08:002024-02-25T17:50:49.466-08:00Can't Lose What You Never Had<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="474" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0ESZyrn7Mrg" width="570" youtube-src-id="0ESZyrn7Mrg"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">All hail Lord Allman,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></p>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-64749691085119108342024-02-25T13:46:00.000-08:002024-02-25T17:12:05.745-08:00The Waterloo Room<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK-lcHp4Nh5L0i66ZtGf369394xsYHjoW71aGAUmDb_KV7gGPukOTO0yotrTifViAnHeUClK5BwElelWIgjtGJ4hyBslkcUzhehA15nbe7K-OXRo9G5VAGFoL0tq5-VNDWmmNhrA3QuE90k92O1tRvXB5mjpc3mAfTGoPO5-JyVlUL4LcIwVko4HyJBwE/s682/Duke.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="682" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsK-lcHp4Nh5L0i66ZtGf369394xsYHjoW71aGAUmDb_KV7gGPukOTO0yotrTifViAnHeUClK5BwElelWIgjtGJ4hyBslkcUzhehA15nbe7K-OXRo9G5VAGFoL0tq5-VNDWmmNhrA3QuE90k92O1tRvXB5mjpc3mAfTGoPO5-JyVlUL4LcIwVko4HyJBwE/w640-h488/Duke.png" width="640" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">No, not a POC</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imagine the scene, if you can. A candlelit room at 16 St. James Square on June the 21st in 1815. A small chamber orchestra plays quadrilles while the Prince Regent takes his place. But light-hearted gaity must have been brittle. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Three days earlier, the Iron Duke, Wellington, had met the Upstart in the shock of Waterloo; the fate of Europe, not least England, hung in the balance. You can imagine the tension as London awaited the outcome.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXr2qSf9sXJ0Klv6VVCIf_cG7d_LdVToOxDDxX4o_oFbms3Sj6J4kQyMSRqKdzXq_ADHgTGaaUsrbA_3MDn6KgijwM9bGUouNIR_mA3heZuR5SBGYWB1QptzVC5ObDczeq6_IkqxyK5wN5_lBpIDiFZNr8LvH_XGHoqdWn7rtgQ7TrIYhfzddUEkQl4un5/s500/percy-sets-out-500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="388" data-original-width="500" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXr2qSf9sXJ0Klv6VVCIf_cG7d_LdVToOxDDxX4o_oFbms3Sj6J4kQyMSRqKdzXq_ADHgTGaaUsrbA_3MDn6KgijwM9bGUouNIR_mA3heZuR5SBGYWB1QptzVC5ObDczeq6_IkqxyK5wN5_lBpIDiFZNr8LvH_XGHoqdWn7rtgQ7TrIYhfzddUEkQl4un5/w640-h496/percy-sets-out-500.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It took three days for news of Wellington's triumph to reach London. Major Percy, an ADC, brought it via fast ship across the Channel along with two captured French Standards. He arrived in a carriage at St. James Square on the evening of the 21st. </span><a href="https://londonhistorians.wordpress.com/2019/09/05/victory-sir-victory-how-the-news-of-waterloo-reached-london/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Brian Cathcart describes the moment:</span></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Tension mounted as the hours passed. On Wednesday evening the streets were again filled with expectant Londoners, while War Department officials manned their desks for a second night running. At the theatres and the society parties across the West End, one topic dominated. Meanwhile Major Percy was at last making swift progress in his post-chaise and four. Changing horses at Canterbury, Sittingbourne, Rochester and Dartford, he crested Shooters Hill in time to see London in the fading light of dusk. Then soon after 11pm his yellow carriage, with two captured French eagle standards thrusting from its windows, crossed Westminster Bridge into a delirious crowd.</span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"With this happy throng in tow, Percy made his way to Downing Street, where he was told that the Cabinet was dining at Lord Harrowby’s in Grosvenor Square. These unfortunate ministers had thus far passed an evening of all but unbearable tension. One account goes:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzM7xEMf0XfREYSSBfydF0aMGqueKG65iasB-RjDYvVzNj3J4YZfYbPDI0Hcs1538cHVGU8HPx9Lg0OSK9Yz5Xj5a_ZdTfzy5wCDxMIKKgAk0GbX6hqiA6_2NO6GmwCDs_nt6Sd4o61ouOLl4i8qci52Rkz4q-7AttueMH89hSx1cZVeuA5cZ00ciy5ep/s1200/7272.50.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyzM7xEMf0XfREYSSBfydF0aMGqueKG65iasB-RjDYvVzNj3J4YZfYbPDI0Hcs1538cHVGU8HPx9Lg0OSK9Yz5Xj5a_ZdTfzy5wCDxMIKKgAk0GbX6hqiA6_2NO6GmwCDs_nt6Sd4o61ouOLl4i8qci52Rkz4q-7AttueMH89hSx1cZVeuA5cZ00ciy5ep/w640-h480/7272.50.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'They dined, they sat. No dispatch came. At length, when the night was far advanced, they broke up. Yet, delayed by a lingering hope that the expected messenger might appear, they stood awhile in a knot conversing on the pavement when suddenly was heard a faint and distant shout. It was the shout of victory! Hurrah! Escorted by a running and vociferous multitude, the Major drove up. He was taken into the house and the dispatch was opened.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Sixteen pages long and written in the most sober terms, the dispatch took time to digest, but eventually delighted ministers were able to announce the news to the crowd outside, who greeted it, according to the Morning Post, with ‘universal and ecstatic cheering’. Now Percy had to report to the Prince Regent, who that night was the dinner guest of a banking family, the Boehms. Carriages were summoned and most of the Cabinet followed Percy’s chaise through the streets, once again trailing a crowd behind. Dorothy Boehm, the hostess, describes their arrival at 16 St James’s Square:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'The first quadrille was in the act of forming and the Prince was walking up to the dais on which his seat was placed, when I saw every one without the slightest sense of decorum rushing to the windows, which had been left wide open because of the excessive sultriness of the weather. The music ceased and the dance was stopped; for we heard nothing but the vociferous shouts of an enormous mob, who had just entered the Square and were running by the side of a post-chaise and four, out of whose windows were hanging three nasty French eagles. In a second the door of the carriage was flung open and, without waiting for the steps to be let down, out sprang Henry Percy – such a dusty figure! – with a flag in each hand, pushing aside everyone who happened to be in his way, darting up stairs, into the ball-room, stepping hastily up to the Regent, dropping on one knee, laying the flags at his feet, and pronouncing the words ‘Victory, Sir! Victory!’'"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfuct9Ovn4DcLzBbPi8ExdbGuT046IE3SsOXQt04GEprs9YMQFQV-YGRfYmJAvYeLqoXXpV6xNpxFyaxVqXnDrDViT550GrmHovr0Obq49mMmSRRQh0In95Jywqks9HI01sWsqGUEJ0FMHvM18UPfW4r_ZAAU2tquVwKeIPmc0m-_4pA0iGt42VUPirif/s800/101.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="800" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfuct9Ovn4DcLzBbPi8ExdbGuT046IE3SsOXQt04GEprs9YMQFQV-YGRfYmJAvYeLqoXXpV6xNpxFyaxVqXnDrDViT550GrmHovr0Obq49mMmSRRQh0In95Jywqks9HI01sWsqGUEJ0FMHvM18UPfW4r_ZAAU2tquVwKeIPmc0m-_4pA0iGt42VUPirif/w640-h626/101.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Here it is today</i></div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Victory, Sir! Victory! </span></i><span style="font-size: large;">The room in which those words were said remains today, substantially unchanged, the Waterloo Room of the East India Club. I look forward to raising a toast to the Iron Duke in that very same room later this year.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vincite,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">LSP</span></div>LSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.com2